Circles (2012)

Translation: Ieva Lešinska

We were throwing stones to see who would make it farthest across the stream. At times they flew high up in the air, only to sink in the slow water like hot iron bullets, with a hiss. At times they flew straight to the other side where trees caught them with their manifold hands or they darted through the foliage silently announcing the name of the winner. When you throw a stone across a stream in which you floated on a raft under a pirate's flag, you remember who you are. With a single throw you have conquered time. Circles appear or a branch breaks. The stones that failed to reach across, sit in the riverbed like a constellation. If one lay next to them, could one see the shadowy dike across which, hands in their pockets, people rush? What do you think?